Well let's not let the facts get in the way of a good reason for a witch hunt.I knew this meeting would be extremely difficult on her and that thought...kept a small smirk on my face. She'd be forced to swallow her venom if they had any hope this marriage could be saved. It couldn't be, but they weren't convinced of that yet.In between her parents sat Lisa, dressed in jeans and a blouse. I thought she looked beautiful. She wasn't model material but more girl next door pretty. Even with her eyes,. He would only allow mom to feed my brother and I while he watched. I clearly remember this one time when John started asking me about moms breasts, and if I liked how big they were, and if I liked sucking on them, to which I answered yes. He told me he loved them too. He then called my mom over, and had her sit on his lap. He ordered my mom to take off her bra, and after some dialogue that I dont remember clearly, she complied. He told me, you want to share with me. I said,ok, and we both began. Then she walked over toward the hole while another of the women went to the big flat screen TV and turned it on.Immediately I was treated to an almost life size view of my wife, nude in all her glory, and wearing a blindfold. Julie waited patiently in front of another wall with a hole in it, which was obviously the opposite side of the wall of the room I was in.The woman who had been my guide called the first man up to the hole and gently pushed him until his cock was right in front of the. It was almost tempting. The branches over the wall wove together so tight that they almost formed a bridge. But the barbed wire was barbaric. Sharp and unforgiving. And the drop was immense. Lia exhaled.“Fuck.”It was the only appropriate word and she said it again, louder this time.“Fuck.”The word had barely dropped when she heard a sound. A branch cracking. She looked around, jittery all of a sudden. Nothing. She looked up, expecting to see a bird. Nothing. Plastic bags and feathers were.